The Shrouded Stranger by Allen Ginsberg

Salem State College Arts Festival 1973: A Tribute to Jack Kerouac “The New American Poetry 1945-1960“ by D. M. Allen The Shrouded Stranger by Allen Ginsberg Bare skin is my wrinkled sack When hot Apollo humps my back When Jack Frost grabs me in these rags I wrap my legs with burlap bags My flesh is cinder my face is snow I walk the railroad to and fro When city streets are black and dead The railroad embankment is my bed I sup mu soup from old tin cans And take my sweets from little hand